Returning home.
The young man leaped off the flying sword, stopping two miles away from the county town.
In theory, he didn't need to dismount the flying sword; with a cultivator's realm and abilities, no one in the city could detect his presence if he didn't want them to.
Feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Although his hometown didn't have Spiritual Energy as abundant as the Purple Cloud Palace, and the cultivation speed wasn't as swift as in the sect, there was no mental pressure while cultivating at home, and he didn't have to think about too many things.
Standing on a small hill, he glanced at the distance, where many villagers were already up early. Some carried hoes, others held bamboo baskets, and some who got up in the dead of night to pick vegetables were now pushing small carts toward the county, bustling about.
